Wash Your Hands (1)

Janessa was drunken, and she was brought to a guest room by Armando. He washed her up and dried her hair, after covering her with a blanket, he was going to get out.

Janessa, however, reached out to hold him. He paused for a moment and sat on the edge of the bed, poking her forehead. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Yes." "Don't go," she said vaguely with her eyes closed.

"Alright, I won't leave." He held her hand and sat motionless on the edge of the bed. After waiting for a moment, he lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

He did not know if she had mistaken him for Warren. Although he cared a lot in his heart, he still did not ask. He was willing to wait. No matter how long it would take, she would completely forget about that person one day.

"Janessa..." He tossed and turned to kiss her, calling her name, "Janessa..."